Living away from home is not for everyone. You must have a big heart ; big enough to pack everything you leave; joys and sorrows, friends and families, loves and affections.

This cardiac baggage that beats even when you touch a soil that does not belong to you; when you are lying on a mattress that does not have your shape or an uncomfortable pillow and you look at the ceiling wondering where you are going.

Friends who are not yours, a city that is not yours! You must have a big heart, so big that you can make room for new things.
A heart that sometimes worries others has forgotten why the present took the upper hand in their lives. A big heart, but maybe not too strong. So it's there that stops for a moment. It goes into arrest, it confuses you and you do not know who you are anymore.
So you lie down on the mattress, which has now undergone your weight, and the pillow is softer on one side. You wonder who you are becoming more than where you are going. Because when you leave, rather than moving towards a destination, you go towards a destiny....

Today It has been fucking five years! I am living away, going towards a destiny. In this journey the hardest part of life is to convince myself to do such a thing that I really don't want to do. And I told you life I am not convinced. Because I know real life is rarely fair and lovely....